
Crimson petals fall,
A heartbeat echoes in the quiet—
Your name, a secret etched in frost.
Chocolates melt, sweet and slow,
Like promises we never spoke.
Through the haze of candlelight,
I find my reflection,
A love letter to myself,
Signed with a trembling hand.
February whispers:
You are enough.


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